You packed your bags as I recallAnd you walked slowly down the hallYou said you had to get away to ease your mindAnd all you needed was a just little of timeOh winter's passed, spring and fallYou never wrote me, you never calledNathan Jones you've been gone too longGone too long...If a woman could die of tearsNathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be hereThe key that you're holding won't fit my doorAnd there's no room in my heart for you no more'Cause, winter's passed, spring and fallyou never wrote me, you never calledNathan Jones you've been gone too longGone too longNathan Jones, Nathan Jones...Nathan Jones, ooh..Winter's passed, spring and fallYou never wrote me, you never calledNathan Jones you've been gone too longGone too longNathan Jones you've been gone too long...gone too longNathan Jones you've been gone too long...gone too longNathan Jones you've been gone too long... gone too long...